My Girlfriend Is So Beautiful, But She's an Assassin!-Chapter 75: Batch-20

As soon as the door swung open, sterile air immediately assaulted Stimuloq’s face—cold, dry, and with a faint smell of chemicals. Before him lay a neatly arranged, far from shabby, drug production and research room. The production area measured 50 meters long and 50 meters wide, with high ceilings and white neon lights reflecting off the shiny gray epoxy floor.

The high ceiling was lined with stainless steel pipes crisscrossing like blood vessels, some flowing a red liquid, others emitting a thin vapor that was immediately sucked up by the ventilation system above. In the ceiling were not only pipes; there were also cables, protected by stainless steel conduit that protected them from heat, humidity, and corrosion. They stretched neatly between the crisscrossing pipes, connecting them to the Control Room.

Before Stimuloq stood three giant distillation machines, their thick glass tubes filled with a constantly rotating red liquid. Not only that, on the left side are also machines such as a tablet press machine, a drying system, and a conditioning unit. Each of these machines is equipped with a digital panel. The screens display temperature, pressure, reaction time, and compound composition in precise percentages. The cables connected to these machines are neatly arranged on the tiles.

To the left of the machine area, there was a three-story building: the first floor houses the staff break room, the second floor houses the monitoring room connected with the observation room, and the third floor houses the electrical controls. All three floors are of equal size and width.

Meanwhile, on the right side of the area, there’s an elevator that connects directly to the club’s backyard—a closed area used to grow various poisonous plants and house several cages for poisonous animals.

Meanwhile, on his right side, there are six stainless steel production tables. The tables are filled with laboratory equipment—test tubes, automatic pipettes, laboratory-scale chemical mixers, microscopes, formula calculation sheets neatly organized with metal clips, and much more.

The workers are seen wearing white hazmat suits complete with full-face masks, thick gloves, and special shoes. They are seen walking back and forth carrying Android tablets, and some are walking back and forth to the stainless steel tables to check and conduct research. No one speaks, only the sound of the machines and the constant whirring of the ventilation.

Stimuloq smiled.

"Ahhh... my second home" Stimuloq murmured, smiling and extending his arms as if greeting the room.

Shortly, a 52-year-old man—also wearing a hazmat suit—approached and bowed respectfully.

"Welcome, Boss Stimuloq" the man said.

Stimuloq returned to his normal self.

"Ah, Johan, huh?" Stimuloq asked.

"Yes, boss" Johan replied.

"How is it? Is the latest batch finished?" Stimuloq asked.

"The latest 20th batch is complete" Johan replied.

"Good, I’m tired of using B19—it’s too salty for me" Stimuloq said, with a salty expression and sticking out his tongue.

He then walked past the rows of production tables. Several workers immediately straightened their backs, keeping their distance, but remaining focused on their work.

Stimuloq stopped in front of a work table. In the center stood cylindrical test tubes made of thick glass, locked in special metal stands. Inside, a dimly glowing red liquid swirled, occasionally forming small vortices whenever a sensor at the base of the tube sent an electrical pulse. A monitor screen beside it displayed a graph of the molecule’s stability, toxicity level, and degradation time of the compound.

Stimuloq pointed with his right index finger.

"Is this the latest version?" Stimuloq asked.

"Yes, Boss. The stable version no longer causes immediate death and is less stressful" the technician replied, sounding slightly nervous.

"Good. I don’t want anyone else to die. Last time Daddy was so angry, it killed one of his products," Stimuloq said.

Johan nodded quickly. Stimuloq looked around the tables with a satisfied look, as if he were looking at the greatest work of art of his life.

"Boss, if you want to see how the pill works, would you come with me to the observation room?" Johan asked.

"Oh, did you get another guinea pig?" Stimuloq asked happily..

"Of course, and it’s still young" Johan replied with a grin.

"AHAHAHA, I like your antics," Stimuloq said, laughing loudly and covering his face with his right palm.

Johan smiled.

"Thanks for the compliment, boss" Johan said politely.

"Then let’s go to the observation room~" Stimuloq said.

"Okay!" Johan replied.

The two of them walked toward the building. Upon entering the first floor, Johan removed his hazmat suit. Afterward, they took the elevator to the second floor. Upon arrival, they saw four office chairs with footrests and twenty 27" monitors mounted on the glass wall. The right and left sides provided a direct view of the production area. Each screen displayed real-time graphs from each machine—green, blue, and red lines indicating compound stability, purity, and reaction rate.

Before the screens, four male members tasked with monitoring the machines in real-time and the CCTV cameras throughout the club building—greeting Stimuloq.

"Welcome, Boss Stimuloq" they greeted politely, bowing their heads slightly.

Stimuloq nodded casually in response.

"How are things going? Are there any problems?" Stimuloq asked, eager to hear from the monitoring team. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"There was an error last week" one of the members with short blue hair replied.

"Hm? What error?" Stimuloq asked.

Johan, standing in front of him, answered.

"Just a minor issue, Boss," Johan replied, pointing to a monitor on the bottom left.

"The temperature control system in distillation machine number two had an error for several hours. The technicians have reset and recalibrated it, so the current batch and machines is safe" Johan continued.

Stimuloq nodded slowly, staring at the stability graphs moving on the monitor.

"Good. I don’t want any more failed batches. Remember, every percentage increase in potency is important—nothing can go to waste," Stimuloq said.

"The machines are important too, pay close attention so we don’t have to spend too much money" Stimuloq continued.

One of the monitoring team members nodded quickly.

"Yes, Boss. All sensors and data streams are being monitored in real time. We’ve also set up automatic alarms for the slightest anomaly" replied one of the thin, blue-haired members.

"Good. Now continue your work," Stimuloq said with a smile.

"Okay, boss!" they replied.

The four officers immediately returned to their positions.

"Okay, boss. Let’s go to the observation room," Johan said with a smile.

Stimuloq nodded, and the two of them walked to the observation room to his left. At the entrance, Johan tapped his ID card, and the door slowly opened. Once inside, the room was smaller than the monitoring room. Inside, there were two small sofas on the right, each seating three people, and on the left was a computer with a 27" monitor, which was used to gather experimental information more quickly.

Stimuloq stepped forward—toward the one-way mirror.

"Did you only get one?" Stimuloq asked, gazing into the separate room.

Inside, he saw a teenager sleeping on a bed in a hospital gown. His right arm was connected to an IV drip, and a Patient Monitor—a device that monitors his heartbeat—was on his right side. His eyes were covered, and his entire body was restrained by five belts.

"Well, it can’t be helped. He’s addicted to B18, so he said he’ll do anything to get it" Johan replied.

Stimuloq looked at the IV bag containing a pink liquid.

"Hmph, B18 really does taste sweet and quickly becomes addictive" Stimuloq said arrogantly.

"Okay, just show it to me" Stimuloq continued.

"Okay, boss!" Johan replied.

Johan walked to the entrance, opened it, and entered the room.

"Who is it?" the teenager asked.

Johan stood in front of him.

"It’s me, Johan," Johan said softly.

"Ah, Doctor Johan, are you finished making the new candy?" the teenager asked happily.

"Yes" Johan replied.

Johan took out a small plastic bag from his right pocket. It contained a single, bright red pill.

"Hurry, Doctor, I want to feel like I’m flying!" the teenager said happily.

"Yes, yes, now open your mouth~" Johan said happily.

The teenager opened his mouth, and Johan inserted the pill into his mouth. The teenager swallowed it. Johan immediately left the room—back to Stimuloq’s right side.

It didn’t take long.

The teenager’s arm muscles began to change. At first, it was just a small twitch—subtle, almost like a normal nervous reflex. But within seconds, the muscles in his arms slowly bulged, as if something was pushing from within and the skin on his arms tightened.

Groaning, the teenager’s body grew taller and wider, the belts binding him slowly loosened, and his entire skin gradually turned red. Seeing this, Stimuloq grinned happily.

"AHAHAHA, this is what I wanted!" Stimuloq said, watching the teenager’s shadow slowly grow larger.

Johan, who was beside him, smiled along.

~To be continued~